Disclaimers and warnings.
This story is fictional. Nothing like this happened that I know about. The
author in no way condones any person getting involved in situations like this.
If it's illegal to read this stuff where you live, move.
If you're not old enough to read this stuff, hurry up and grow up.If you don't like stories about sex between men and boys, go
jump off a high cliff.

This story is set in the fictional universe where diseases do not exist. Unfortunately
that is not our universe. So please be safe, and if you're not sure what the
weather is like, put a raincoat on your little soldier! Thanks.

This is all my own work and therefore is protected by whatever copyright
laws exist for stuff like this! Please don't steal my work as it has taken me
ages to write this for your enjoyment.

I apologise to all my faithfuls in that it's been
some time since my last story but this is a story that I have been working on
since Christmas and it just keeps getting bigger and bigger and is now at the
point where I have decided to split it into chapters.You have got Gregg B to thank for the
inspiration for this story as he wrote in asking if I could do a story about
Matty B. I had no idea who he was
talking about but after watching video after video of him, I knew that I had to
write this. So this one is dedicated to
you Gregg!

I do not know MattyB so I have no idea if he would
get up to anything that is described in my story.I have made all this up, but I guess I can
dream, like the rest of you.

Well they do say that sometimes, meeting someone
you have fantasised about is the worst thing that can happen.I never bought into that and so, as a secret boylover, when I was offered a four week position as a
tutor and mentor to Matthew Morris, better known as MattyB,
I jumped at the chance. I had been a
teacher for around five years, but after getting frustrated with the
bureaucracy of the school system, I quit my job and took up private
tutoring. As much as I thought that this
might allow me closer access to boys, I found that my professional instincts
always got in the way of my sexual desires.

It's sad, I suppose, that at the age of
twenty seven, I'm still fixated on the boys of the age when I lost my own
virginity, that being eleven years old.
I remember fondly, the hushed whispers as my best friend Harry and I
stripped naked in his bedroom while his parents were at work, jerking each
other off, exploring our pre-teen bodies with shaking hands and mouths before
probing each other's bumholes with fingers and then
our small dicks. He quickly grew out of
the prepubescent fondling, moving on to girls while I remained attracted to
boys. I tried, oh did I try to get him
to continue, but after he told me harshly that if I didn't leave him alone, he
would tell all of our schoolmates that I was queer, I left him alone and began
my fantasy world.

As I grew, my classmates no longer held the
appeal that they once had and I started watching the younger boys at my
school. The cuteness of them was like
honey to me, and my first spunk was over a faked picture of Zac
Hanson sucking off his brother Taylor.
Oh how I wished that I was Taylor, with Zac's
perfect lips wrapped around my cock. Of
course, they got older so they lost their appeal and I moved on to one
celebrity after another.

Finishing High School, I decided that I
wanted to be a teacher so I took the relevant courses at University and
graduated top of my class. Schools fell
over themselves to offer me a position and I jumped at the chance to teach at an
all boys junior high school in Atlanta.
It took boys in from fourth grade through to the ninth, and the hassle
of teaching fourteen and fifteen years olds was more than outweighed by the
cute ten and eleven year olds in my classes.
However, my hands on approach to the boys was frowned upon and after I
received one carpeting too many for hugging little Nicolas Greenings while he
was crying because his pet dog had died, I walked away and set up my own
private tuition. I had several boys that
I gave extra lessons to, earning me more money that my paltry teaching salary
had ever given me and I was earning a reputation amongst the rich families of
Atlanta as being a positive influence on their sons.

Now before you jump to any conclusions, I
never touched a single child sexually during this time.
For a start off, all the families that I was
working for had enough money and influence to bury me if I was ever caught, and
secondly, I am a firm believer that a boy should want to be touched, not have
it forced upon him. So as much as I
would love to rip off Jordan Barrie's clothes and suck on his little boy cock,
the blonde haired angel is safe from any advances as he seems to be firmly into
big tittied girls if the posters in his bedroom have
anything to go by. I will admit that I
have stolen a pair of his white cotton briefs, you
know the one with the little yellow stain on the front where he didn't shake
properly after going for a piss. The
aroma of his crotch is heavenly and I regularly wank myself silly, holding it
against my nose, breathing in Jordan scent.

So my big break came
a couple of weeks ago, so I thought. I
was sat at home, planning out the following week's lessons for my students when
my phone rang.

"Gregg Breclav speaking," I answered.

"Ah, Mr Breclav, my name is Jack Naysmith.Your name has been recommended to me by a
family friend, Nigel Hughes." The voice
was one full of confidence and strength.
I didn't have to rack my brains to remember the Hughes family,
especially little Harry. He had been an
absolute terror to begin with, a real troublemaker but I worked through it, was
given permission by his parents to spank him if necessary which I only had to
do so on a couple of occasions, and while he was still a cause of worry for his
parents with his behaviour, I had managed to get him to improve his grades from
a poor D average up to a passable B.

"How can I help
you, Mr Naysmith?"

"I am an agent
in the entertainment industry and while my main clients are adults, I have
recently signed a promising young rapper.
He is about to go on his first tour but his parents can't take the time
from their own jobs, so we are looking for someone to tutor him while he is
away, as well as act like a mentor for him."

"How old is he?
I asked, not particularly relishing working with a teenage rapper who would be
full of himself I'm sure. Also, although
I am in no way racist, black boys just don't do anything for me.I would have made an exception for Jaden
Smith while he was in the Karate Kid, but now he's older, no thanks.

"The young man
is ten years old, actually he will have his eleventh birthday while he's on
tour," the agent told me. Interesting I
thought, at least it hits my ideal age range.
I could score lucky and get a Jaden lookalike.

"How long is the
tour? I do have other students to think
of."

"It is a four
week tour of Georgia and Florida. Matty
has got fifteen shows during the time and while his parents will fly or drive
out to where you are for the weekends, he will need adult supervision during
the majority of the time. I have been
advised that I can offer you three thousand dollars a week for the four weeks
you will be employed."

Matty? That doesn't
sound very ethnic, I mused. Three
thousand dollars a week certainly caught my attention.Twelve thousand dollars to
babysit and tutor a kid for four weeks.
It certainly appealed to me.

"Okay, you
certainly have my interest. Let me make
some calls to fix up my other students for the time while I'll be away.I will need your client's current school
grades and details from the school as to where he is in terms of curriculum and
also how much control I will have over him."

"Control?"

"Certainly, in terms of medical emergencies, curfews and the like."

"You will have
full temporary guardianship over Matty, except when either his parents or myself are in attendance.
However, I am only going to be around for a few of the shows and I am
only planning on being able to stay a couple of the evenings.I'll have his school files sent over, along
with a contract and the guardianship papers."

So here I was a
couple of days later, watching youtube video after youtube video, cock in hand, jerking furiously as I gazed
into the deep blue eyes of MattyB, wondering how I
had gotten so lucky that I was going to have him in my life for four whole
weeks. His enthusiasm was effervescent
and the few videos that he has posted on his website where he is shirtless
showed that his dance routines certainly mean that he has no puppy fat.I had received a brief phone call from his
mother, and would meet her along with Mr Naysmith
when we signed the contract to make it official, as witnesses were needed for
the guardianship papers. It would
certainly be a test of my self-control but I did pride myself on my
professionalism while working with the gorgeous young boys that I have tutored.

The meeting went
well, as I charmed both of Matty's parents although I was disappointed not to
see the young lad in person. Everything
was signed to satisfaction and I had a week to organise cover for my existing
students while I was away. It was an
easy thing to do as there are several private tutors who keep in touch with
each other, recommending each other if things do not work out with a particular
student, or warning each other off of taking on the more problematic families.

Finally, with a
couple of suitcases packed with enough essentials and clothes to last me, I
caught a taxi to take me to the Hyatt Hotel where we would spend the day
getting to know each other before leaving for Columbus the following morning.Checking in, I found Mr Naysmith
waiting for me in reception.

"I hope that
it's okay but at each hotel, we have booked adjoining rooms with a shared
bathroom. That way, you each have your
privacy but it also allows movement between the two rooms in case of any
emergency."

"That's
fine. I was wondering how we were going
to accommodate young Matthew. He is
still a little too young to be in a hotel room on his own."

"A word of
advice, don't call him Matthew. He will
only answer to Matty. It's something that
his older brothers tease him about and he can be very stubborn about what
people call him."

"Okay, I'll try
to remember that."

We caught the
elevator to the fourth floor and after giving the bellhop a ten dollar tip, I
placed my suitcases on the large queen sized bed while Mr Naysmith
went through the bathroom to fetch my newest student.I had to keep my eyes from popping out of my
head as the brown haired beauty who followed the tall man back into my room was
wearing just a pair of skimpy Speedos. Speedos that really didn't leave much to the imagination.He was even more beautiful in person than on
the videos. He looked to be around four
and a half feet tall and had a slim chest, little brown nubs of nipples the
only discolouring of his tanned skin. My
eyes of course travelled downwards as I couldn't help but check out his
package. While there wasn't a lot to
look at, obviously being just ten years old he wasn't likely to have a six inch
cock now was he, but I could see the outline of his flesh, tempting my desires
to suck on boy cock. I figured that he
was probably around the one and a half inch mark while he was flaccid.How much he would grow when erect, I guess I
won't know, but I can dream. His ballsack also was very small, again due to the obvious lack
of any hint of puberty, which showed as he stretched his arms upwards in a
bored looking yawn, allowing me to see his hairless pits.

"Gregg, please,
I corrected. I knew that some of the
kids I taught stumbled over my surname and I was never one for too much
formality. "Nice to
meet you Matty."

I held out my
hand, rolled into a fist to allow a fist bump that seemed to be the popular greeting
amongst kids these days but was disappointed when the cutie just sniffed in my
direction.

"Whatever.Look, I wanna go swimming now."The Georgian drawl in his accent made him
sound a little less intelligent than I knew he was from his school grades and
as I lowered my hand in disappointment, Mr Naysmith
jumped in.

"That's very
rude Matty."

"Whatever!" was
the simply reply and the young rapper turned around and walked back into his
room, leaving Mr Naysmith open mouthed.

"I'm sure it's
just nerves and excitement of being on his first proper tour, and without his
parents as well. He's going to try to
test what boundaries he is going to be allowed to cross."I hoped that was the case anyway.

"Well, I know
you've only just got here, but it looks like a swim is the first thing on your
agenda so I'll leave you to it. I'll see
you tomorrow morning in reception before you board the bus for Columbus."

I was partway
through changing when I heard the door to the bathroom open.I had literally just stepped out of my
briefs, holding my swim shorts when Matty pushed back into my room.

"Come on, aren't
you ready?" he whined before his eyes widened at the state of my undress.I smiled to myself as they locked onto my
groin. I think I must have surprised him
as I shave my pubes, preferring to feel the smoothness of skin while I jerk,
fantasising about the smoothness of the preteens in my head.I am also a shower not a grower so while I am
only average at around six and a half inches erect, I am also a nice plump five
inches flaccid.

"I'll be ready
in just a minute Matt," I told him, giving him a few more seconds of voyeurism
before slipping on my shorts. I noticed
that he had formed a little tent in his Speedos which he quickly covered up
with his towel.

"The name's Matty okay!" he frowned at me.

"Sorry, Matty it
is then," I smiled at him, clapping my hand on his shoulder.I had to get my hands on his naked flesh,
just to touch him, not sexually but just to see how smooth his skin was so that
I could add it to my jerk fantasy later.
He pulled away from me, the frown still on his face.I resisted the urge to tickle him to make him
smile, that would have to wait until he got used to me being around him I
guess.

We headed to the
pool deck, fortunately on the same floor as our rooms, with me trying to engage
him in small talk but just getting one word answers, well, grunts would be
closer I suppose. I suppose talking
about his studies wasn't the best way to try to start off conversation and in
the end, I gave up. I had tutored some
moody arsed teenagers in the past and I knew when I was fighting a losing
battle. We got the pool deck and I saw
his shoulders slump a little when he saw that there were a couple of older men
in the pool but no-one else. My heart
softened a little for him and I made a mental note to send out for some pool
toys for the next hotel. I did have a
small football in my case so after telling him to wait on one of the sun
loungers, I quickly returned to my room, rushing back down to the pool so that
my little charge wasn't on his own for more than a couple of minutes.I ground my teeth in frustration as I saw the
lithe preteen body already in the water, swimming laps.

"Matty, come
here please," I said, keeping my voice controlled.

"No, I'm doing
laps."

"Matty, stop
swimming and come here, please," I repeated, allowing a small amount of my
anger into my voice. I saw the two men
nudge each other as if they knew that I was on the verge of giving the boy a
good telling off. Matty swam up to the
edge of the pool at the end where I was standing.

"No," he
repeated, turned and pushed off to swim away from me.I couldn't have this level of disobedience on
the first day so I dived in and quickly caught him in the pool.Swimming was a strong point of mine, having
been county captain and represented the state while I was in high school."OW! Lemme go!"

"Matty, I asked
you to wait for me to return as if anything happens to you while you are in my
care, I am responsible for you. I asked
you to wait as I was not sure how good a swimmer you were."

"I can swim good!" he pouted back at me, making me cringe at his poor grammer.

"I can see that
now, and maybe I should have asked you first, but when you started without me,
that's disobedient. Follow that with
your refusal to get out when I asked you too shows disrespect to me and I won't
have it." Maybe I was laying it on a
little harsh, but a line needed drawing otherwise he would get worse, I was
sure.

"You're not my
Dad or nothing, so why should I?"

"You will
because your Dad has given me guardianship over you.Do you know what that means?"He shook his head, a little fear now showing
in his beautiful eyes. I just wanted to
hug him and kiss him and tell him that he's in safe hands, but was he
really? "What it means is that until
your parents join us, I have the same responsibilities as your parents, which
means if I ask you to do something, you do it.
You will treat me the same as your parents and if you do, I will make
sure that you enjoy yourself while you're not performing or practising.Is that a deal?"

He scrunched up
his little nose in concentration. "So
does that mean that you won't make me study all the time?"

I chuckled,
possibly seeing the root cause of his dislike of me."You will have to do some studying as you
need to keep up your grades, but I promise that we will have time for some fun
as well."

"Cool.I thought that you were gonna like make me
study all the time," I saw the wonderful set of bright white teeth smile
through as relief spread through his body.

"Heck no, how
boring would that be, eh?" Seeing his
coldness to me warm up a little, I took a gamble and grabbed him to tickle his
ribs. He squirmed slightly before
grinning up at me.

"I'm not
ticklish on my ribs."

"Oh is that
right? So where are you ticklish?"I let my hands rub over his chest, tickling
slightly but mainly just allowing me to feel his smoothness.

"Not telling!
he giggled and twisted out of my grasp.
"Race ya!"

We spent the
next hour swimming laps, with me letting him win but only just, before getting
the small football and throwing it to each other, with Matty diving around in
the water to make catches. One of the
two men asked to join us, and I found out he used to be a quarterback of his
school team so he gave Matty some throwing tips which the boy appreciated.However, I soon heard a crash of thunder and
looked up to see clear blue skies. I
glanced back over to Matty to see him holding his stomach, giggling.

"Ah, I see.The hunger monster awakes!" I grabbed him,
tickling his stomach once again. "Come
on, let's go and eat." I tousled his
hair before we said our goodbyes to the old guy.I let Matty climb out of the pool first, my
gaze stuck on his cute backside as the skimpy Speedos stuck to his round
globes. I had to stop looking as I felt
myself getting hard and I knew that certainly wouldn't look good, walking
through the hotel with a hardon and a cute boy by my
side! I gingerly climbed out, pleased
that I wasn't tenting and quickly dried off.
I saw Matty making a complete hash of drying himself so I called him
over to me. Unlike before when he had
petulantly ignored me, he scampered over and stood still while I dried his
body. He was sporting a huge smile as I
dried his hair and was getting the feeling that although his parents obviously
loved and cared about him, having another four siblings must cut into the time
that they can spend with each child and something as simple as having someone
dry him seemed to mean a great deal to him.
We walked back to the rooms, needing to shower the chlorine from the
pool from us and as we arrived, I gave Matty the choice of going to the restaurant
or ordering room service.

"If we have room
service, we could watch a movie while we eat," he advised me.

"Or we could
make a start on your math?" I said it
with such a straight face that he stopped dead in his tracks.

"You're kidding
right? It's like a Saturday.No-one does school on a Saturday," he pouted,
looking so adorable, one hand on his slim waist.

"Well that's not
true. Some of my students have lessons
from me at the weekends in addition to their normal school week."

"Ah man, this
sucks!"

"But I guess, I can go easy on you for the first day.Go grab the menu and we'll order in and while
we wait for the food, we can get showered and you can pick the movie."

"You're the
best!" he gushed and pulled me into a hug.
I was in heaven as the near naked boy wrapped his arms around my waist,
his cheek pressing against my stomach. I
held him against me for a few moments before I felt myself stirring down
below. Not wanting him to feel my
growing problem, I broke the hug, handed him the menu and walked into the
bathroom to make sure that there was enough body wash and shampoo.There was and as I walked back into my room,
Matty bounced over to me, pointing at the double cheeseburger, fries, onion
rings and soft drink as his choice. I
knew that I would need to make sure that he ate properly so that he could
maintain his energy levels for his performances but as it was our first night,
I let him have what he wanted with a warning that we would eat properly at
least two days out of three. He scrunched
his nose up at me before I shooed him off to take his shower.A small part of me had hoped that he would
strip in front of me, but he scampered into the bathroom, closing the door
behind him. I heard the shower start up
and as I rung through our order, having decided to join my little charge in the
junk food option, I heard his voice start to rap away
in the bathroom.

I laid down on my bed, pulling my shorts off and pictured him
naked in the shower, soap suds running over his body as he gyrated to the song
that he was singing. I wrapped my hand
around my cock, now painfully hard and started to pump away, thinking about the
pink lips of Matty, imagining them sliding up and down on my stiff member.In my head, I moved his body around so that
he was facing away from me, his buttocks now present in my view.I would kiss each of them, parting them to
lick and kiss at his virgin pucker. I
was so ingrained in my fantasy that I failed to hear the water stop in the
bathroom and before I knew what was occurring, Matty's head had poked its way
through the previously closed door.

"Gregg, would
you dry my hair, holy shite!" he gasped, catching me just as I came, my spunk
spurting up over my chest.

"Ah shit!" I
grabbed my towel from the pool and quickly covered up."I'm sorry Matty,
you weren't supposed to see me doing that."

"You were
jerking off, weren't you?" he giggled, his preteen voice cracking slightly as
he did. He was stood wide eyed, a towel
wrapped around his waist.

"Um, we
shouldn't really talk about that," I blushed, knowing I'd been caught red
handed. I just prayed to myself that he
wouldn't tell anyone what he had seen.

"Okay, at least
until we do biology," he giggled again, shocking me slightly.I thought that the sight of an older man
relieving his stress would be a turn off to the young boy but he simply stood
there, his blue eyes still fixed on my body.
"You're kinda big as well."

"That again is
something that we shouldn't discuss," I said again, knowing how much trouble I
could be in. "Give me a couple of
minutes and I'll come to your room and dry your hair, then I'll take my
shower."

"Okay," he
agreed, letting me off the hook for now.
He turned a little too quickly causing the towel to catch on the door
and as he started to walk through the bathroom, it fell away leaving him naked
in front of me. "Oh sheez!
he gasped, turning back to face me in surprise.
I had to hold in a groan of pleasure as the full naked beauty of the boy
was presented to me in full glory. His
cock, surprisingly, was fully erect. It
looked to be around three inches at a guess and he had a little wrinkled sack
underneath. I had been blessed with an
almost perfect memory, which was one reason why I scored so highly at school,
and my mind's eye took less than a second to record Matty in all of his
nakedness. He grabbed his towel and
covered up, flushing bright red as he glanced up at me.

"Well, I guess
we're even now!" I laughed, trying to ease his embarrassment.

"Not quite," he
shot back. "You haven't seen me
jerking!" He stuck his tongue out at me,
and giggling, he turned and shut his bedroom door, leaving me open mouthed at
his forwardness. Was that an
invitation? No, of course it
wasn't. It was simply the cheekiness of
a ten year old making up for the embarrassment of being seen naked.

I gave him a
couple of minutes to get his slobs' on as he had called them, taking the time
to put my shorts back on. I knocked on
his door and hearing a muffled come in', I walked in to see him sat on the
edge of his bed. He had changed into an
Atlanta Falcons football jersey and a baggy pair of black shorts.His feet were uncovered and I couldn't help
but think about sucking on his toes. I
had bought in my hairdryer so I quickly plugged it in and blasted Matty in the
face with a shot of cold air.

"Gotcha!" I chuckled, blowing the hairdryer as if it was a
smoking gun.

"You're silly!
he giggled. I saw him glance around for
a weapon of his own, but before things started getting silly, I calmed him down
so that I could dry his hair. Again, there
was a blissful smile on his face as I groomed him, but not in the evil sense of
the word. With him all sorted, I stepped
into the bathroom to take my own shower.
I could still smell the aroma of chlorine, which isn't attractive and I
wasted no time at all in washing it from me.
I resisted the urge to have another wank, having already cum earlier and
dried myself off before slipping my own slobs on.This was just a pair of grey sweat pants and
a blue t-shirt. I sat down at the desk
that was in the room and pulled out the school file that I had received on
Matty. I had read and reread it several
times but wanted to take one final look to make sure that I had the right idea
on where I wanted to concentrate our studies.
He seemed to be doing well in English, history and geography, average
grades in the sciences except for physics but his math and physics grades were
abysmal. While I was passable in
physics, I was somewhat of a math freak so I had no fears that by the end of
the month, I would have him at an acceptable level.

"What are you
doing?" the angelic voice asked from the doorway.

"Just reviewing
your school grades while I was waiting for room service," I told him.I saw him scrunch his nose again, that must
be a regular expression of his, before he padded over and sat on the edge of my
bed.

"So, you're
really like gonna make me do school work then?" he whined.

"I'm afraid so,
kiddo," I chuckled. "I've worked over
your schedule of performances and practices and there will be some days where
you will only have a couple of hours of studying, but then there are other days
where we will do ten hours to catch up."

"TEN HOURS! LIKE
NO WAY!" he yelled at me. "I ain't gonna
do that!"

"If you want to
at least keep your grades where they are, you will," I told him."But I am not going to accept that you only
maintain your grades. I want to see an
improvement, especially in math, and I will work with you to make sure we see
that."

"Uh uh. I ain't doing
that," he shook his head. Gone was the
adorable little cutey from half an hour ago.In his place, I could see the makings of a
stubborn little brat.

"Matty, look I
know that no kid likes school work, but you have to keep your studies up while
you're on tour otherwise when you go back to school, you will be behind
everyone else," I tried to console him.
"You wouldn't want the other kids thinking you weren't as smart as them,
would you?" Sometimes, the threat of
their peers making fun of them is enough to buck up the ideas of said
problematic child, but Matty was having none of it.

"My mates know
I'm not thick. They know I'm gonna be
rich and famous so that don't matter."

"Well, it
doesn't matter either way Matty, because your parents and manager have hired me
to tutor you, and tutor you I will." I
thought that I had said it with enough confidence and strength to put an end to
the argument but the look on Matty's face left me with some doubt, even if he
didn't answer.

A knock at the
door ended any further discussion and when I opened it, the waiter wheeled in a
trolley with our food on it. I handed
him a tip, thanking him for the service and switched the television on.I had promised Matty that he could choose a
film, and while I wanted to punish him for his little outburst, I wasn't one to
back out of my promises. He picked one
of the new Disney animations and we sat in silence, eating and watching the
movie. It wasn't how I had thought the
evening would pan out, but I needed to set boundaries for the youngster
otherwise he could and would run all over me.
While I had tutored the children of the rich and powerful before, this
was the first time where I was going to be working with a child who was going
to be the one who was rich and potentially powerful.During my research into Matty, my eyes had
boggled not only at his stunning beauty but also the fact that he had over half
a billion views on youtube already.For a nearly eleven year old who's act was g-rated, that was very impressive and if he
kept his feet on the ground, he could become one of the biggest stars on the
planet. I just hoped that he wouldn't
become a self-obsessed idiot like some music and movie stars.The movie finished and Matty got up from my
bed where he had been lying on his stomach while he watched the film.I had chosen to remain in the armchair,
giving him room.

"Don't forget to
brush your teeth, Matty," I told him as he headed into the bathroom.

"God! You sound just
like my Mom!"

"Well, I'm sorry
kiddo, but while she's not here, I've got to act like both her and your Dad," I
advised him. I saw him frown at me
before he shrugged and turned towards the sink.
I heard water running and while I wanted to go in and check he was
actually brushing, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.I was sure that it must have been drilled
into him to keep his teeth as healthy as possible.After all, no-one would buy a record from a
rapper with bad teeth, would they? I
heard him turn the tap off and started to walk in to clean my own teeth and
wish him a good night's sleep. What I
hadn't counted on was his need to relieve himself before bed.

"Man!Can't you see I'm pissing here?" he snapped,
turning slightly causing him to splatter on the seat and floor.

"I'm sorry,
Matty, I thought you'd finished," I apologised.
I tried to keep my eyes on his face, I really did, but the fact that he
had his cock out was too much of a draw for me.
This really was one of the first times that I had seen one of my
students cock so many times in one day.

"Well, you've
made me piss on the floor now!" he whined.
"And I've got it on my feet!"

Taking my offer
as the apology that it was meant, he shook himself off, flushed and walked over
to me. I kneeled
down and picked one of his feet up, wiping it with the cloth.My cock strained against my sweats as I took
his delicate foot in my hand and I was on the verge of ditching the cloth to
suck and lick his foot clean before a giggle stopped me.Looking up at him, the frown had been
replaced by the impish smile that I thought suited his face.

"What's wrong?
I asked, hoping he hadn't seen my state of arousal.

"Tickles!" he
giggled.

"Ah ha!" I crowed in triumph."I've discovered your tickle spot have
I?" I traced my fingernail along the sole
of his foot, causing him to squirm and giggle even louder.

"Argh! Stop!" he
moaned and started to pull away. As he
did, his foot slipped on a towel. I
don't know if it was instinct or some type of physic power, but I quickly
reached forwards and wrapped my arms around him to stop him from falling
over. That wouldn't be a good start,
letting him injure himself the night before his first show!

"Are you okay,
Matty?" I asked. I looked into his eyes,
seeing a hint of shock and fear in them.

"Um, yeah," he
gulped out. "You stopped me from getting hurt."

"Well, that's
why I'm here for you Matty," I told him.
I stood up, still with him in my arms.
I decided to carry him to his room and stood him up by the side of his
bed. I pulled the cover back and motioned
for him to get in.

"Um, I need to
get my pjs on, Gregg," he said, rolling his eyes at me.

"Oh, right, of
course you do, silly me!" I chuckled.
"Well, I'll leave you to get undressed and into bed.Have a good sleep Matty and don't forget
we're up at eight for breakfast before we have to catch the tour bus."

"Night night
Gregg," he gave me a brief hug before taking his jersey off.I stared at his smooth chest for a moment,
before ruffling his hair and returning to the bathroom.I closed the door to Matty's room, giving him
his privacy while he changed into his pjs and my foot trod in the mess by the
side of the toilet. Groaning that I'd
just stood in Matty's piss, the thought ran through my head that I'd just stood
in Matty's piss! I grabbed one of the
dirty towels and mopped up the mess on the floor before turning my attention to
the seat. There was a sizeable amount of
liquid splattered on it. I knew that
no-one had used the toilet before Matty and my perversions got the better of
me. I knew that I would dream of
drinking it from the source, a dream that wouldn't happen but there was no way
I was going to pass up the chance of tasting an offering from the cutey. I dipped a
finger into the pee and licked it, tasting the salty liquid.It tasted wonderful, so I put aside the towel
and with a flush of excitement running through my body, I licked the toilet
seat clean. My cock could stand no more
and without even touching myself, I groaned loudly as spunk erupted from my
slit, coating the sweat pants. I panted
heavily, wondering what the hell I was doing.
If Matty had seen me, I would be off the job and probably arrested or
something. Shaking myself mentally, I
walked back into my room, stripped out of my clothes and climbed into bed,
dreaming naughty dreams of what I would love to do to the young boy sleeping
not twenty metres away from me.

******************************

The crowd was
going absolutely mental. That was the
only way that I could describe it. As
Matty finished the last song of his second encore, he ran off the stage after
thanking the sell out audience at The Plughouse.He looked to be drenched in sweat, not
surprising after the energy that he had shown during his performance.His face was a picture of delight and I knew
instantly that he was born to perform.
This is what he needed to do. It
was almost as though he was high on drugs, such was
the ecstasy on his face. I handed him a
bottle of Rockstar, which he gulped down in three or
four long gulps before letting out a loud belch.

"Charming!" I chided, poking him in the ribs.

"Scuse me," he giggled before letting a further two burps
escape his mouth. "Man that was
buzzing!"

"You were
awesome out there, Matty," I admitted.
Although I had watched his videos, several times over, my main focus
previously had been jerking my cock while watching his face and body.I hadn't really paid attention to his actual
singing performance. Tonight was
different. I wasn't really a fan of his
brand of music, but the enthusiasm that he showed,
playing to the crowd, giving his everything to please his fans had certainly
won me over.

"Thanks Gregg,
he beamed, giving me a hug. I was right
in my earlier observation. He was
soaked, but I wrapped an arm around him and hugged him right back.A cough from behind me ended my enjoyment of
holding his small frame next to mine and we broke apart, turning to see who had
interrupted us. It was the manager of
the venue.

"Well done,
Matty, that was great," he told my little charge."If you're ready though, we have the meet and
greet winner in the back room."

"What's this?" I
asked. I could see that now the
adrenaline was leaving his body, Matty was beginning to tire.

"We held a
competition and one lucky fan gets to meet Matty and spend some time with him,
the manager told me.

"Well, I'm not
sure Matty's quite up to it," I told him, looking down at Matty.He answered me with a stifled yawn.

"To be honest,
it doesn't really matter if he is or not," came the snotty reply."It's in the contract so I'll give you five
minutes to freshen him up and then he will spend twenty minutes with our winner
or I'll hold back the ticket sales and you can see me in court."

"It's okay
Gregg, I want to do this," Matty interrupted me as I was about to tell the big
head to do one. "Jack and me discussed doing it as a way of connecting with my fans,
or something."

"Jack and I," I
corrected.

"Huh?You and Jack what?"

"You said Jack
and me' but the correct term is Jack and I'."

"Ah man.It's not study time!"

"Come on, let's
get you a little less ripe if you're meeting a fan," I chuckled.

"Huh?"

"Matty, no
offence but you stink," I made a show of sniffing the air around him, waving my
hand in front of my nose. I got the
required frown and giggle all in one before I led him off to his changing
room. He pulled off his shirt, seemingly
not having any problem showing me flesh.
Then again, why would he? After
all, there was nothing sexual about him taking off his sweaty shirt, exposing
his tanned, hairless chest to me was there?
I ran the hot tap in the basin until it warmed up and soaped up a
cloth. I'm sure that Matty was more than
capable of taking a quick wipedown wash, but if I'm
being given the opportunity to touch him, I was going to take it.I ran the cloth over his face, rinsing it to
wash the soap off before any got into his baby blues, before soaping up his
chest and back. Telling him to lift his
arms, I wiped down his hairless armpits, causing a fit of giggles once again.

"Ah ha! Bingo!Tickle spot number two discovered and noted,
I grinned.

"Not fair!I don't know any of yours!" he pouted.

"Well, you'll
have to try to find them then, won't you?" I sniggered, before realising that I
had just offered him my body to tickle.
He hadn't scrunched his nose, his usual sign of unhappiness, so maybe
sometime I could engage him in a tickle fight.
I dried him off and gave him a quick spray of deodorant before handing
him a fresh shirt to put on. I ran my
fingers through his soft brown hair, pushing it into the usual messy style that
he liked. I could see that I was going
to have a serious problem before the four weeks were over as here I was, only
twenty four hours in and I had fallen head over heels in lust for him.

We left the
changing room just as the grumpy arsed manager came knocking and Matty then had
to spend the next twenty minutes being tortured by the high pitched squeal of a
fifteen year old girl, who's parents thought that
there was nothing wrong at all with their teenage daughter flirting and making
suggestive comments to a ten year old boy.
My boy came through it with flying colours though, avoiding the
questions he didn't want to answer, but gave her enough information about his
eating habits, the size of his feet (like, why?) and the fact he prefers briefs
to boxers. I was sure that she must have
wet herself at one point, and when Matty reluctantly allowed her to kiss his
cheek, despite her best efforts to land her lips on his, I was positive that she
would be fingering her snatch imagining that it was Matty sliding his cock in
and out of her pussy lips.

As we got on the
bus, I almost chuckled as he gave a huge sigh of relief, flopping down onto one
of the bunks in the back of the bus. I
got a couple of bottles of orange from the fridge and walked over to his bed,
sitting down next to his feet, handing him one of the bottles.

"Thanks," he
gulped it down in what I was now thinking was his usual fashion.I'm guessing that no bottle or can of drink
lasts more than ten seconds with him.

"So, how are you
feeling?"

"Tired, but happy. I
love performing in front of people," he smiled.

"I could
tell. How about the girl?She was pretty wasn't she?"

"Urgh! She was
horrible. She was asking some really
weird questions."

"Ha ha, I
know. But I guess this is something that
you are going to have to learn to deal with.
You're going to become more and more popular, and fans will want to know
all about you."

"Yeah but, but
why did she want to know my sneaker size?"

I had to chuckle
and ruffled his hair.

"That's a
conversation for a different day," I told him.

"Why?Is it something to do with, you know," he
paused, looking around. Satisfied that
we were the only two on the back of the bus, which was correct, he continued in
a whispered voice. "Is it a sex
thing? But I can't see how."

Knowing that he
would probably bug the heck out of me until I told him, I leaned in."There is a rumour that the size of your feet
is an indication to the size of your, you know."I didn't know what word he used to describe
his cock, so I didn't want to make him think I thought of him a younger than he
was by calling it a wiener, but I also didn't want him to start using the words
cock or dick if he didn't already.

"WHAT?You mean. . . she
was trying to find out how big my dick is?"
Bingo! I guess having three older
brothers and an older male cousin in the family home had taught him some words.

"Either that, or
maybe she is going to send you a pair of slippers for your birthday," I
laughed.

"EEWW! She's like ancient,
that's wrong!" he scrunched his nose up.
Damn! If he thought a fifteen
year old girl was ancient!

"Hey, if she's
ancient, what does that make me?" I put my hands on my hips in a mock frown.

"Ha ha, you're like prehisteric!" he
giggled.

"Prehistoric,
you mean?" Okay, the tutor in me
couldn't help but correct him. It was
something that I always did with my students.
If they got a word or phrase wrong, I'd gently point it out and explain
the difference.

"Yeah..that! You were
alive when the dinosaurs were around weren't you?" he shot back, showing that
he did possess a good level of intelligence and wit.

"Right, that's
it!"

He had given me
the perfect opportunity to instigate it after all.My hands went straight to his armpits and
within seconds, I had an armful of giggling boy.It was such a delight to see him being the
kid that all sexual thoughts vanished from my mind.I was just simply being the big kid, making
the little fella laugh uncontrollably. I
quickly managed to get his loose shirt over his head, leaving me with plenty of
access to his armpits. He tried to fight
back, his own hands trying to get under my shirt to tickle me, but every time
he came close to one of my own tickle spots, I managed to squirm away before
finding one of his. Eventually he
pleaded with me to stop or he'd mess the bed so after a final tickle, I let him
lie there, panting in exhaustion. That's
when those naughty thoughts returned, the image of him, shirtless, panting on
his bed, his hair stuck to his forehead after I had fucked his young arse
sprung into my fantasy world and for a moment, I thought seriously about taking
him and violating the building trust by sexually exploiting his young body.

I reached
forwards, my hand shaking as it brushed the hair off his forehead.I wanted to lean further in, to kiss that
sweaty forehead, to peck his nose, to kiss his lips, lips that he was
licking. My cock throbbed in my jeans,
uncomfortably hard as it hoped that those very same lips would soon be wrapped
around its red head, sucking it into the mouth of the boy performer.

"Thanks,
Gregg. That was fun," Matty interrupted
my shameful desires. I looked down at
him smiling at me, before letting out a big yawn.

"Time for you to
go to bed, Matty," I said huskily, trying to keep the lust out of my
voice. "We're sleeping on the bus
tonight as it's a long drive to Rome."

"Okay," came the simple reply.
I opened the closet and pulled out a pair of his pyjamas.I smiled as I saw that they were spiderman pjs, reminding me that no matter how grown up he
could appear while in MattyB mode, when he returned
to being simply Matthew Morris, he was just a ten year old boy.I scolded myself mentally for having so very
nearly taken a step that would ruin the boy.
I went to hand him his pjs but he didn't take them.I turned to see what was wrong, only to find
him fast asleep already. This wasn't
good. I knew that he couldn't sleep in
his jeans and sneakers but it meant that I would have to undress him.I tried to wake him up, but he was out.

Sighing in a
lustful regret, I undid the laces in his sneakers, pulling them off
gently. I couldn't resist and held each
of them up to my nose, taking in a deep sniff, savouring the aroma of boy
feet. Now knowing that he preferred to
sleep barefooted, I pulled off his black cotton socks.Again, the smell was intoxicating and I
wondered if I could get away with accidently misplacing them into my bag to use
as a cum sock later.
The fact that they had been next to the skin of my boy, and were coated
with his boy sweat would be enough to make me ejaculate within moments I was
sure. Having stashed them in my bag, I
returned to the job at hand. As cute as
his face was, even more so relaxed and asleep, I had a huge thing for boys
feet and I picked his right foot up.
Leaning in, I gave it a quick sniff and sure enough, the same boyish
sweaty aroma assailed my nose. Could I
get away with this? How could I explain
to him if he awoke? As I was trying to
answer them in my head, my mouth was already open and I was sucking Matty's big
toe into my mouth. Swirling my tongue
around his toe, I quickly lapped his remaining toes while I unfastened the zip
of my jeans, sliding my spare hand inside to massage my already straining
cock. My briefs were soaked with precum.

Matty moved in
his sleep, pulling his foot out of my mouth and for a horrible moment, I thought
that he had awoken, but a little snore gave me relief.Chiding myself, I promised that I would
finish getting him ready for bed with no further feeling up from me.I reached up to his jeans, my hands ignoring
my brain for a moment to gently rest on the small bulge at the crotch.Disappointingly all that they could feel was
the buttons of the fly. Damn!Button flies!
I gently undid the top button before working through the remaining four
buttons. Even though I had seen him
naked already, there was something altogether different about undressing him
like this. This was me exploring hidden
and forbidden fruit. I folded the front
of his jeans apart, exposing the top of a pair of red Tommy Hilfiger
briefs. I snaked an arm underneath the
sleeping boy's waist, lifting his hips off the bed so that I could pull his
jeans down and past his waist. I heard a
slight groan and my eyes flashed up to Matty's face but he was still sound asleep. I
pulled his jeans past his buttocks before lowering his body back to the
bed. As much as I wanted to feast my
eyes on his now exposed briefs, I eased the jeans off of his legs.I folded them up, briefly raising the crotch
to my face to breath in any boy smell that I could find, but alas, I could only
smell the remnants of the dry ice used on his set.

Turning back, my
breath caught in my throat. Lying in
front of me was a picture of near perfection.
Still devoid of hair as he approached his eleventh birthday, Matty lay
sound asleep, clad only in his red briefs.
My eyes travelled down his body, starting at his brown, messed up hair,
his smooth face, an even smoother chest with the two nubs of brown around his
nipples before seeing the most beautiful innie belly button that I had ever
seen. Then came
the prize. The small mound at the front
of his red briefs was showing a definite tent.
Was my little boy erect? I
suppose with the attention that I had been paying to his body, even asleep a
body reacts. I slipped my hand back into
my jeans and gave my own cock a squeeze, causing me to let out a loud
groan. I shakily reached forwards with
my other hand, moving it to hover a few centimetres above Matty's own hard
on. This was it.This would be the first time I had ever
touched one of my student's sexually.

My whole body quivered and spasmed as I came hard inside my briefs,
soaking the front of them. I
glanced down and saw a huge wet patch forming on the front of my jeans.My eyes shot back to the face of Matty, but
he was still sleeping on, blissfully unaware about how close he had come to
being molested while he slept. I cursed
at my lack of willpower and pulled my hand away from the boy.I hadn't even touched him,
just the thought of it had been enough to send me over the edge.I wiped my hand on the leg of my jeans and
decided that I needed to leave the boy's briefs on.I worked the pyjama bottoms onto the boy,
covering up the forbidden fruit before pulling the top on and over his
head. Laying him gently back down on his
bed, I pulled the blanket over his body.
Leaning in, I gave the boy a kiss on the forehead.

I stripped,
placing my soiled jeans and underwear in my laundry bag, and wiped myself down
with a cloth. Deciding
that as I was sleeping in the same space as Matty, I slipped on a pair of
shorts so that I wouldn't accidently expose myself to the boy during the night.I got into my bunk and with regret and
recrimination running through my mind, I fell into a
troubled sleep.

End of chapter.

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